Postal Wars - My meth-head neighbors got SWATed finally...

Post-SWATing (no pun intended)

Story time:
For the past 2 months I've watched my neighbors across the street trapping methamphetamine out of their house to obvious crack-heads religiously... Keep in mind I come from a town where meth is virtually sold in 1 out of 3 houses.
I remember last week I personally witnessed one of the guys come out of the house and start screaming at his cellphone, "I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING ARMS OFF AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASS IF YOU DON'T FUCKING PAY ME!".
While screaming at an inanimate object this guy is actually jumping up and down while flailing his appendages around like he's doing some sort of Michael Jackson, disco, dancing with the stars moves. If only he applied these meth-fueled moves to dancing instead of terrifying threats...
Now, I regularly hear loud banging, horrific screams, and the usual yelling within their house all the way across the street in the back of my home. It's no surprise that someone finally called the police to take care of these crystal harnessing buffoons.
Naturally when I saw the SWAT teams jump out all tactical-like I frantically shut my blinds, ran around my house, and hid all of Mary Jane's possessions in my freezer (I was really elevated when this all went down).
Now that my heart feels like it's not going to explode, I proceeded to take a look out my front door... I saw 5 guys, 1 woman, and a BABY sitting across the street on the curb with handcuffs on (the crack-baby was not handcuffed). Bad parenting.
Oh yeah, and there was a HUGE bag of what looked like methamphetamine sitting on the Sheriff's car-hood with 3 police officers all gazing at it with astonishment.
Good news is I'll finally be able to sleep knowing that I don't have to listen to anymore frightening banging and screams of death coming from the meth-heads across the street.
Thank you cops. +1 to you guys!
TL;DR:
My meth-head neighbors across the street got fuck-dizzled by the po-po cleverly hidden in Postal vans of doom. I almost had a heart attack hiding Mary Jane's stuff post-raid. Now I can sleep at night knowing that I don't think someone's getting murdered across the street. Thank you kind policemen.